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[absinthe_eyed]

This curse could be worse.  There aren't any zombies.

[A brief video clip is inserted here.  Justin has switched clothes with Tybalt, which means his usual nerdwear has been replaced by hotpants, a sexy bulletproof vest with a saint on it, and awesome boots.  Justin's a bit smaller (especially in the muscle area) than the outfit's owner, but he has

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[banditfox]

You don't have any spares?

[absinthe_eyed]

Not here.

[banditfox]

Unfortunate.

[absinthe_eyed]

Not so long as I don't need to do anything.

[banditfox]

How often that happen?

[absinthe_eyed]

Not often. Mostly just on days when wardrobes are switched and no one is working.

[banditfox]

Not everyone is taking the day off.

[absinthe_eyed]

Enough people are.

Do you have someone else's clothes?

[banditfox]

In a sense I always do.

[absinthe_eyed]

What do you mean?

[banditfox]

You're an investigator aren't you? Investigate.

[absinthe_eyed]

Not really. I think I'm resigning.

I would guess you're not human.

[banditfox]

Really?

That's a start, but you're wrong.

[absinthe_eyed]

Maybe. Someone with experience joined forensics... they probably don't need me anymore.

You have an enhanced sense of smell. You're not a normal human.

[banditfox]

Where are you lacking?

Go on.

[absinthe_eyed]

I don't have training, and the new person used to work for the police force. He was apparently good at his job.

...How old are you?